Samaritan is outside, waiting for his shipment of flour to arrive. He leans against the restaurant wall by the loading dock, grumbling about the rain. He is dressed in his chef's clothes along with his jacket to keep himself warm.
Father Luciano is sitting on the steps to the church, sipping hot chocolate he made himself. He is watching the rain fall from the sky, enjoying this little moment of peace. He is bundled up in warm clothing to beat the chill.
The Herald, despite not being a believer in the holidays, has somehow found a necklace that is made up of Christmas-esque bulbs that light up and blink in colors. Its a stark contrast to his all-black attire.
Samaritan is outside, waiting for his shipment of flour to arrive. He leans against the restaurant wall by the loading dock, grumbling about the rain. He is dressed in his chef's clothes along with his jacket to keep himself warm.
Father Luciano is sitting on the steps to the church, sipping hot chocolate he made himself. He is watching the rain fall from the sky, enjoying this little moment of peace. He is bundled up in warm clothing to beat the chill.
The Herald, despite not being a believer in the holidays, has somehow found a necklace that is made up of Christmas-esque bulbs that light up and blink in colors. Its a stark contrast to his all-black attire.
Isaac walks by. he is completely drenched but the book he holds in his hand looks dry
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Hämärä häkellyttävä, menneisyyden menettävä Tulevaisuus tuntematta, korkealle kurkottava Kahleet kultaiset kukistin, raudat ruostuneet ripustin Yksinäisen yön ylitin, sieltä itsenikin löysin
Samaritan is outside, waiting for his shipment of flour to arrive. He leans against the restaurant wall by the loading dock, grumbling about the rain. He is dressed in his chef's clothes along with his jacket to keep himself warm.
Father Luciano is sitting on the steps to the church, sipping hot chocolate he made himself. He is watching the rain fall from the sky, enjoying this little moment of peace. He is bundled up in warm clothing to beat the chill.
The Herald, despite not being a believer in the holidays, has somehow found a necklace that is made up of Christmas-esque bulbs that light up and blink in colors. Its a stark contrast to his all-black attire.
Isaac walks by. he is completely drenched but the book he holds in his hand looks dry
Omori has finally, finally figured out how to concentrate on Mage Hand so it can actually move and interact with things. It still unravels into flailing tendrils of energy when she moves it about, but that doesn't seem to affect the spell's functionality in the slightest.
KK is walking back to her warehouse from Lord's Point with a bucket that strongly reeks of blood and occasionally drips a dark red onto the cobblestones below. The number of her monstrous creations has doubled in the last few days, and they have spread out farther than before.
Helianth has been working away at its Spelljammer, and has now found its way to Lord's Rest Inn proper, scanning its surroundings for anything interesting. A bottle of what looks like pure sunlight is coiled in its stem.
Omori has finally, finally figured out how to concentrate on Mage Hand so it can actually move and interact with things. It still unravels into flailing tendrils of energy when she moves it about, but that doesn't seem to affect the spell's functionality in the slightest.
KK is walking back to her warehouse from Lord's Point with a bucket that strongly reeks of blood and occasionally drips a dark red onto the cobblestones below. The number of her monstrous creations has doubled in the last few days, and they have spread out farther than before.
Stroth walks in, sniffing the air "Hey KK? You okay?"
KK is walking back to her warehouse from Lord's Point with a bucket that strongly reeks of blood and occasionally drips a dark red onto the cobblestones below. The number of her monstrous creations has doubled in the last few days, and they have spread out farther than before.
Stroth walks in, sniffing the air "Hey KK? You okay?"
She looks over at her, her smile growing a touch wider when she sees Stroth. "Hi, Stroth! Yeah, I'm fine- that isn't my blood you're smelling." She gestures to the bucket.
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
KK is walking back to her warehouse from Lord's Point with a bucket that strongly reeks of blood and occasionally drips a dark red onto the cobblestones below. The number of her monstrous creations has doubled in the last few days, and they have spread out farther than before.
Stroth walks in, sniffing the air "Hey KK? You okay?"
She looks over at her, her smile growing a touch wider when she sees Stroth. "Hi, Stroth! Yeah, I'm fine- that isn't my blood you're smelling." She gestures to the bucket.
"oooh, working on something new?" She tilts her head.
Samaritan is outside, waiting for his shipment of flour to arrive. He leans against the restaurant wall by the loading dock, grumbling about the rain. He is dressed in his chef's clothes along with his jacket to keep himself warm.
Father Luciano is sitting on the steps to the church, sipping hot chocolate he made himself. He is watching the rain fall from the sky, enjoying this little moment of peace. He is bundled up in warm clothing to beat the chill.
The Herald, despite not being a believer in the holidays, has somehow found a necklace that is made up of Christmas-esque bulbs that light up and blink in colors. Its a stark contrast to his all-black attire.
Isaac walks by. he is completely drenched but the book he holds in his hand looks dry
Luciano looks up and waves "Hello my son."
he waves back "didn't expect to see anyone else out here"
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Hämärä häkellyttävä, menneisyyden menettävä Tulevaisuus tuntematta, korkealle kurkottava Kahleet kultaiset kukistin, raudat ruostuneet ripustin Yksinäisen yön ylitin, sieltä itsenikin löysin
Omori has finally, finally figured out how to concentrate on Mage Hand so it can actually move and interact with things. It still unravels into flailing tendrils of energy when she moves it about, but that doesn't seem to affect the spell's functionality in the slightest.
KK is walking back to her warehouse from Lord's Point with a bucket that strongly reeks of blood and occasionally drips a dark red onto the cobblestones below. The number of her monstrous creations has doubled in the last few days, and they have spread out farther than before.
Helianth has been working away at its Spelljammer, and has now found its way to Lord's Rest Inn proper, scanning its surroundings for anything interesting. A bottle of what looks like pure sunlight is coiled in its stem.
Isaac walks in and heads over to her "seems like you figured it out"
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Hämärä häkellyttävä, menneisyyden menettävä Tulevaisuus tuntematta, korkealle kurkottava Kahleet kultaiset kukistin, raudat ruostuneet ripustin Yksinäisen yön ylitin, sieltä itsenikin löysin
KK is walking back to her warehouse from Lord's Point with a bucket that strongly reeks of blood and occasionally drips a dark red onto the cobblestones below. The number of her monstrous creations has doubled in the last few days, and they have spread out farther than before.
Stroth walks in, sniffing the air "Hey KK? You okay?"
She looks over at her, her smile growing a touch wider when she sees Stroth. "Hi, Stroth! Yeah, I'm fine- that isn't my blood you're smelling." She gestures to the bucket.
"oooh, working on something new?" She tilts her head.
"Yep! Well, some of it's for the mannequins, but I'm gonna try to make a living statue!"
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
KK is walking back to her warehouse from Lord's Point with a bucket that strongly reeks of blood and occasionally drips a dark red onto the cobblestones below. The number of her monstrous creations has doubled in the last few days, and they have spread out farther than before.
Stroth walks in, sniffing the air "Hey KK? You okay?"
She looks over at her, her smile growing a touch wider when she sees Stroth. "Hi, Stroth! Yeah, I'm fine- that isn't my blood you're smelling." She gestures to the bucket.
"oooh, working on something new?" She tilts her head.
"Yep! Well, some of it's for the mannequins, but I'm gonna try to make a living statue!"
"A living statue? Gonna make it sentient?" She chuckles.
Omori has finally, finally figured out how to concentrate on Mage Hand so it can actually move and interact with things. It still unravels into flailing tendrils of energy when she moves it about, but that doesn't seem to affect the spell's functionality in the slightest.
Isaac walks in and heads over to her "seems like you figured it out"
"Pretty much, yeah. Still can't figure out when it... unravels... but it doesn't seem to affect the spell's effects, so it should be fine." She replies, using said mage hand to grab her book of magic. The spell doesn't exactly pick up the book: it moreso coils its tendrils around the tome before hoisting it up and dragging it through the air over to Omori.
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
Omori has finally, finally figured out how to concentrate on Mage Hand so it can actually move and interact with things. It still unravels into flailing tendrils of energy when she moves it about, but that doesn't seem to affect the spell's functionality in the slightest.
Isaac walks in and heads over to her "seems like you figured it out"
"Pretty much, yeah. Still can't figure out when it... unravels... but it doesn't seem to affect the spell's effects, so it should be fine." She replies, using said mage hand to grab her book of magic. The spell doesn't exactly pick up the book: it moreso coils its tendrils around the tome before hoisting it up and dragging it through the air over to Omori.
"if ain't broke don't fix it" Isaac chuckles
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Hämärä häkellyttävä, menneisyyden menettävä Tulevaisuus tuntematta, korkealle kurkottava Kahleet kultaiset kukistin, raudat ruostuneet ripustin Yksinäisen yön ylitin, sieltä itsenikin löysin
KK is walking back to her warehouse from Lord's Point with a bucket that strongly reeks of blood and occasionally drips a dark red onto the cobblestones below. The number of her monstrous creations has doubled in the last few days, and they have spread out farther than before.
Stroth walks in, sniffing the air "Hey KK? You okay?"
She looks over at her, her smile growing a touch wider when she sees Stroth. "Hi, Stroth! Yeah, I'm fine- that isn't my blood you're smelling." She gestures to the bucket.
"oooh, working on something new?" She tilts her head.
"Yep! Well, some of it's for the mannequins, but I'm gonna try to make a living statue!"
"A living statue? Gonna make it sentient?" She chuckles.
"Well, as close to living and sentient as a statue can feasibly be." She laughs a bit as well.
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
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Hämärä häkellyttävä, menneisyyden menettävä
Tulevaisuus tuntematta, korkealle kurkottava
Kahleet kultaiset kukistin, raudat ruostuneet ripustin
Yksinäisen yön ylitin, sieltä itsenikin löysin
*I am, but that doesn’t matter to you.*
*I need a nap.*
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
(I do too lol)
Hämärä häkellyttävä, menneisyyden menettävä
Tulevaisuus tuntematta, korkealle kurkottava
Kahleet kultaiset kukistin, raudat ruostuneet ripustin
Yksinäisen yön ylitin, sieltä itsenikin löysin
*I think you should take a nap, but I'm assuming you can't.*
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
*I am eating steamed rice with a knife because there are no spoons and forks. Hoorah.*
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
Samaritan is outside, waiting for his shipment of flour to arrive. He leans against the restaurant wall by the loading dock, grumbling about the rain. He is dressed in his chef's clothes along with his jacket to keep himself warm.
Father Luciano is sitting on the steps to the church, sipping hot chocolate he made himself. He is watching the rain fall from the sky, enjoying this little moment of peace. He is bundled up in warm clothing to beat the chill.
The Herald, despite not being a believer in the holidays, has somehow found a necklace that is made up of Christmas-esque bulbs that light up and blink in colors. Its a stark contrast to his all-black attire.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
Isaac walks by. he is completely drenched but the book he holds in his hand looks dry
Hämärä häkellyttävä, menneisyyden menettävä
Tulevaisuus tuntematta, korkealle kurkottava
Kahleet kultaiset kukistin, raudat ruostuneet ripustin
Yksinäisen yön ylitin, sieltä itsenikin löysin
Luciano looks up and waves "Hello my son."
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
*Good morning, laddies, lasses, and lassos!*
Omori has finally, finally figured out how to concentrate on Mage Hand so it can actually move and interact with things. It still unravels into flailing tendrils of energy when she moves it about, but that doesn't seem to affect the spell's functionality in the slightest.
KK is walking back to her warehouse from Lord's Point with a bucket that strongly reeks of blood and occasionally drips a dark red onto the cobblestones below. The number of her monstrous creations has doubled in the last few days, and they have spread out farther than before.
Helianth has been working away at its Spelljammer, and has now found its way to Lord's Rest Inn proper, scanning its surroundings for anything interesting. A bottle of what looks like pure sunlight is coiled in its stem.
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
Stroth walks in, sniffing the air "Hey KK? You okay?"
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
She looks over at her, her smile growing a touch wider when she sees Stroth. "Hi, Stroth! Yeah, I'm fine- that isn't my blood you're smelling." She gestures to the bucket.
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
"oooh, working on something new?" She tilts her head.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
he waves back "didn't expect to see anyone else out here"
Hämärä häkellyttävä, menneisyyden menettävä
Tulevaisuus tuntematta, korkealle kurkottava
Kahleet kultaiset kukistin, raudat ruostuneet ripustin
Yksinäisen yön ylitin, sieltä itsenikin löysin
Isaac walks in and heads over to her "seems like you figured it out"
Hämärä häkellyttävä, menneisyyden menettävä
Tulevaisuus tuntematta, korkealle kurkottava
Kahleet kultaiset kukistin, raudat ruostuneet ripustin
Yksinäisen yön ylitin, sieltä itsenikin löysin
"Yep! Well, some of it's for the mannequins, but I'm gonna try to make a living statue!"
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
"A living statue? Gonna make it sentient?" She chuckles.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
"Pretty much, yeah. Still can't figure out when it... unravels... but it doesn't seem to affect the spell's effects, so it should be fine." She replies, using said mage hand to grab her book of magic. The spell doesn't exactly pick up the book: it moreso coils its tendrils around the tome before hoisting it up and dragging it through the air over to Omori.
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
"if ain't broke don't fix it" Isaac chuckles
Hämärä häkellyttävä, menneisyyden menettävä
Tulevaisuus tuntematta, korkealle kurkottava
Kahleet kultaiset kukistin, raudat ruostuneet ripustin
Yksinäisen yön ylitin, sieltä itsenikin löysin
"Well, as close to living and sentient as a statue can feasibly be." She laughs a bit as well.
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)